Too late. You know that snow yesterday? It turned into three or four inches of ice on my car. I got it off, and made my slippery way to the freeway. 115 miles later, I’m in the orifice.
I did warn Mrs. L.A. to give herself extra time, and to be careful when she goes out. (By the time she goes to see her patient, the ice should be off the streets.)
Options are … limited.
It’s not like we can chat at Starbucks for a bit. I mean, we can get Starbucks, and then go sit in his car (or mine) which doesn’t reeeeeeally negate any knife wielding psycho intentions that I doubt he has anyway.
But you make a point. I will message one of my local budtender irk-friends (if and when I actually make any solid plans to meet) with a check-in time and stuff.
It is apparently deigned by the universe that any time I do physical labor, I must bruise or bleed. Today it was blood from a gash just below my right thumb. I think it happened when I was taking apart a set of shelves. But I scrubbed it up, slapped on a bandaid, and went back to work.
I disassembled, moved, reassembled, and loaded 3 sets of shelves with help from FCD when he was able to get away from his project. We moved most of the aluminum and steel and all of the plastic stock from the basement to the shelves in the shed. Then we moved the assorted power tools from the basement to the shelves in the shop. There’s a double wide set of shelves in the basement that needs to be moved to the garage… after we move all the crap off its shelves. And there’s some of my daughter’s crap in the basement that needs to go to the garage so they can get it next time they’re here.
But first, lunch. And a breather. And I need to scoop the cat box. Always something…
Ugh. So long as they don’t do what happened to me once, when I was having serious back problems- GP called me, asked me to come in. Showed up, with some difficulty as I could barely walk, and there was an unfamiliar locum doctor there. After being, frankly, pretty rude to me because I didn’t realise he was calling me- he used the speaker system when my (female) GP never did, and badly mispronounced my name. He finally let me sit down asked ‘So what are you here for?’, then preceded to berate me for showing up for an appointment with no reason and send me home.
I got a very apologetic call from the surgery later that day, went back to have a check for nerve damage, which was what it was for.
That guy was not there, and I neve saw him again.
Anyway; current irkplace has given me the go-ahead to run for the hills as of 15th Jan, so I only have to go back another 8 times. Yay!
Just grievence today. Sunday evening my dad thought he had another case of diverticulitis and went to the ER. They said, nope, he has a bowel obstruction and he’s getting admitted.
As far as I know, they are still at the “going to give him dye and take pictures” stage. They think it’s the scar tissue from his prostrate surgery which was 16 months ago.
Having a 9 hour time difference, and my mom can’t be at the hospital, plus they got snow, is making me quite stressed. And if they do operate, he’ll be in the hospital over Christmas, with my mom alone at home.
I don’t know what the current status is, and I don’t want to nag/bug her.
I’m really tired of COVID. I would feel a lot better if my mom could at least visit my dad.
Tonight is Netflix and maybe some whisky. Tomorrow’s shopping for the long weekend, and maybe take the car out to get gas.
Stay safe!
Johnny, now that you’ve noticed the date it can’t sneak up on you.
A few weeks ago I got tired of sweeping bird seed hulls off the front walkway and installed a cylindrical feeder in the yard. Now it seems I have precipitated an LBB gang war. The cats are fascinated watching it all play out in front of them. Sparrows vs finches vs thrushes vs whatevers. The only birds that don’t seem to be fighting over the food are the crows, and they’re busy stealing the rocks from the yard for some nefarious purpose known only to them.
The trash is out, the kitties have been fed their breakfast (4-0, no abstentions) and I am seriously considering advanced chillage for the rest of the day. There is stuff I could do, but why not just read all day with a cup of tea and some wine?
Will this year EVER end? I lost two friends in the past 48 hours - one an artist who got Covid somehow (details are unknown) and another closer to home from something called non-alcoholic cirrhosis of the liver. The local guy was a world-renowned graphic artist and expert on world’s fairs. He did everything from PWAISDN’s business logo on up to a transit system in Tokyo. Definitely a unique combination, now lost forever.
It’s like AIDS in the late 80s all over again.
Has anyone seen Bob lately?
Oh no, didn’t you hear?
Dammit…we had lunch two weeks ago. Did he have any family?
Yes they have. The days of a double cheeseburger for a buck seem to be gone forever. Hard to get a “value” meal for much under ten bucks now.
Stay home and sit down. Carefully.
Flyboy, the way I see it, you’ve got a 40-year streak of not destroying your knees on December 22. Keep it up!
Gotti, shit. That sucks. Wish I could be more articulate and/or comforting, but that’s all I got. Hugs to you.
VSW has decided we need a day of rest so there will be no furnitures moved today. I am going to go downstairs and empty out my desk and a bookshelf to make them easier to move when we do. That’s my only plan for today.
gotpasswords, I’m so sorry to hear about your friends. This year has truly been shit-tastic.
Die, that sounds incredibly painful and difficult. I hope you enjoy the Netflix and whisky and maybe save some for me.
And Filbert, that sounds like a horrible, horrible experience.
I agree that my mom’s deal is probably complicated enough they want to nip it as soon as possible, nellie. I have a bit of good news, though. We went in for her biopsy today. There was freakin’ nothing to biopsy!!! Meaning the spot on her lymph node was probably from that horrific infection she had a couple of weeks ago after all. YAY for infections!!! (I think?)
Anyway, she’s off for her first radiation appointment. She decided to drive herself because she said she wants to do so as long as she can so she feels like she’s in control of something. She and I stopped by Panera beforehand and made sure we got their ridiculously crunchy chips with lunch because she probably won’t be able to do crunchy food for much longer (eventually she’ll need to take a numbing gel in the back of her throat to eat once the side effects of the radiation really kick in).
I’m sorry for everybody’s troubles. And sorry all I can offer you is virtual hugs. >> {{{{{ }}}}}
I thought you all might enjoy watching the birds in our back yard, so I just spent 10 minutes trying to load a video into Imgur, without success. So now Imgur, or somebody, is on the list. Cop and paste is supposed to be easy.
It was a video of the birds at our backyard feeders. The finches are pretty much the bosses out there and have the doves terrified. But the Flickers just ignore them.
Oh well. Maybe I’ll figger it out later. I’m off to the showers.
Yay indeed. Make yourself a countdown calendar with sticky notes stuck to your favorite adult beverage.
Careful you don’t get wet!
I’m in Schneeatle today.
Meanwhile, this is happening about six miles from our house:
Now I’m seeing reports that the freeway is closed in both directions from the exit before my exit to my exit because of the derailment and fire.
But I’m still in the orifice for another two hours, and then it’s a two-hour drive to get home. I’m guessing the freeway will be open by then.
Home from the endodontist. Holy mothah, that was a long appointment! He had to go in .25 millimeters at a time because the canal was blocked by calcium deposits. I’d have felt sorry for him if he wasn’t getting paid the GNP of Luxembourg. He decided to do a “power wash” with antiseptic, which also took a long time and cost me an additional $100.
flyboy, so that’s what the big fire was up north! I saw the enormous smoke cloud on my way home from the appointment and wondered. Hope your trip home is OK. (P.S. Didn’t you mean Skneeattle? 
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gotti, I’m so sorry about your friends. Damn, this year sucks.
wordy, great news on your mom’s biopsy!
herald, so do they wear gang colors?
dice, let us know what the verdict is, please. Have you talked with your mom? How is she holding up?
nut, I am retroactively outraged on your behalf.
I just got a text that the compactor is fixed. Yippee! I’m taking out the trash and walking errands before the numbness wears off my mouth.
I heaved and sorted through Peak Season, snd all I got was this lousy T-Shirt(but, hey, feree T-shirts!). And the Next Day Air was late, so there was extra OT.Got chicken marinating for Orange Ginger Chicken.
Nope, that is the reason for the season. And meatloaf.
{{{{gotti}}}}
Flyboy, I’d avoid stairs, curbs, and toddlers till 12/23. 
Glad the vet says Ophelia is OK, Boofae.
sampy, Gordie is happy to be adopted by you, and wishes to know when the Mai Tais and salted pork strip wrapped bratwursts are being served by the Ceement pond. 
I don’t have the mental bandwidth for more than one (potential) Tinder hookup at a time. Not even a potential maybe-might-eventually.
So this is gonna be a really slow burn, Mumpers.
Meanwhile, I have chicken thighs atop root veggie mix in the oven. Well, all except the garlic. I need to peel an entire head (yes, it’s just me. Yes, I like roasted garlic that much.) and add it in. Will probably accomplish that over an episode of “Flight Attendant” once I’m done reading all y’all’s updates.
Dessert first. They had tiny individual cups of chocolate mousse at The Gettin’ Sto’ and I haven’t had any since my Other Shoe was around to make me his homemade version.
Damn, I miss that man.
I truly enjoyed the mental image (video?) of this drama.
The crows at the ending just made the whole thing.
Mental video.
Howdy Y’all! Laundry, sloth and the makin’ and consumin’ of tacos (OLÈ!) were accomplished today. All in all a pretty good day.
{{{gotti}}} so sorry about your friends. This year has been well and truly craptastic!
wordy fantastic news about your mom’s biopsy!
nut grrrrrr! I would have handed that doc’s ass to him, and not on a silver platter, but a cheap paper plate that leaks and then falls apart.
{{{dice}}} hope it goes well with your dad. Also hope mom is holdin’ up.
flyboy hope you were or are able to get home OK. Maybe you should wear knee guards on Dec.22nd.
doggio Gordie would get all the fried salted pork strips he wants whilst loungin’ at the cee-mint pond along with endless skritches.
shoe hope the Tinder thing works out if that’s what you decide to do.
nellie glad you survived the endodontist and that the trash compactor is fixed.
moooooom maybe you are just too delicate for manual labor.
Love all the birdie gang war tales!
quietly that video is a riot!